" Fd a-got o2/' Trevelyan said.
"They'd hanged you, Trevelyan. You know it, they'd
hanged you. They'd put a rope round ycur neck, Trevel-
yan-----" Mr, Munn made a circle, like a noose, with fore-
fingers and thumbs, and held it to the man's gaze and shook
his hands back and forth. The two bills had fluttered to the
ground between them.
" I'd a-got off," Trevelyan said,
" But that don't matter now. Not now/' Mr. Munn went
on, jerking his hands apart. With the extended forefinger of
his right hand he stabbed once at the sweat-soaked blue cloth
which covered the man's chest. " Now it matters for you to
go. Fm telling you because I got you off the other time.
That's why I'm telling you, and I mean it." He leaned closer
to Trevelyan, not eight inches between their bodies, and stared
upward at his face. " Now go!" he commanded.
" No," Trevelyan answered.
Mr. Munn stepped backward a long, quick pace, as though
he had been slapped in the face, "All right," he said, his
voice suddenly quiet, "all right, you poor, God-damned
" Ain't no man e'er put a skeer on me," Trevelyan said.
Mr. Munn stared at Trevelyan for a moment. Then he
struck his palms together, once. The impact made a dry, flat
sound. Somewhere, off in the bushes, an insect made a rasp-
ing note, twice repeated.
Mr. Munn swung round, grinding his heel on the sun-
baked earth. He took three strides toward the house, without
" Hey!" Trevelyan called.
Mr. Munn looked back.
" You're leave-en yore money," Trevelyan said. He glanced
dispassionately at the ground before his feet where the bills
" You'll need it," Mr. Munn told him, and turned away.
" Hit kin lay and rot," Trevelyan answered.
After he had passed the corner of the house, he heard the